Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
Calasiris And the fair parties. Heavens! conduct them in. All hail unto the Palace of my Prince, madam it may seem strange unto your Highness, That I presume to bring these strangers with me To kiss you Princely hands; I make no doubt But when you shall be well informed of Their birth and breeding, it will plead my pardon. What need this compliment? you're welcome sir, So are your friends, when did you ever know me Unkind to strangers, or inhospitable To such as these, whose outward looks declare Their inward minds, and speak their noble parts? So elegant a grace and stately beauty, As shineth in their countenances cannot Proceed but from some Princely pedigree, Pray sir speak whence you are? Most beauteous Lady, Please you to understand, we are of Greece, Descended of a Noble family, Which ne'er produced yet unworthy branches, Let it suffice (I do beseech your Grace) We open it no further; we have been robbed on the sea by pirates, but redeemed By Noble Calasiris, and brought here To Memphis stately City. Is this Lady Your sister, or your wife? My sister madam, tossed equally with me by fortunes blasts. but now those storms are past, and you are in A quiet harbour: pleasant calms appear. Sir, I must rob you of your guests. I durst not Deny you madam, though I must confess I should to any other. Cibile, Prepare their lodging near our own, and let No costly furniture be wanting there, It shall be done with speed. My noble guests, I know not if you would retire alone Into your private chambers, travel doth Require repose, please you to follow me, I'll be your glad conductor. O I fear This kindness is some love plot on my dear. What sly evasion to put off thy guilt Is left thee now poor Thisbe? what device To shun the severe justice of the Law? All will be now discovered, and my plots Return upon myself, the heavens are just In sending Cnemon home from banishment To punish me in cheering of himself, Canst thou behold his face, or speak one word In thy defence, when he stands forth t'accuse thee Before the people? O what shame, what curses Breathed from a general mouth will weigh thee down Even to Avernus gulf; I feel the weight Of my offences poised in the scale Of sad despair; O thou incendiary Of all this mischief, saith my guilty thoughts, Thou murderess of thy mistress, hie thee hence To the infernal shades, where never light Appears, but gloomy darkness covers all Under her sable mantle, there find out Medea, Clytaemnestra, Pasiphe, Long since condemned for murder to this place, Companions of thy shame; why ling'rest thou Upon the earth? is not thy sin complete. And ripe for hell? yes, yes, I know it is, I know it is, my sad despairing thoughts, I'll follow your suggestions, gentle viol Reserved for such a use, this kiss from thee Shall cross the sentence of the law's decree.
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Calaſiris And the faire parties. Heavens! conduct them in. All haile unto the Palace of my Prince, Madame it may ſeem ſtrange unto your Highneſſe, That I preſume to bring theſe ſtrangers with me To kiſſe you Princely hands; I make no doubt But when you ſhall be well informed of Their birth and breeding, it wil plead my pardon. What need this complement? you'r welcome ſir, So are your friends, when did you ever know me Unkind to ſtrangers, or inhoſpitable To ſuch as theſe▪ whoſe outward lookes declare Their inward minds, and ſpeake their noble parts? So elegant a grace and ſtately beauty, As ſhineth in their countenances cannot Proceed but from ſome Princely pedegree, Pray r ſpeake whence you are? Moſt beautious Lady, Pleaſe you to underſtand, we are of Greece, Deſcended of a Noble family, Which ne're produced yet unworthy branches, Let it ſuffice (I doe beſeech your Grace) We open it no further; we have beene Rob'd on the ſea by pyrates, but redeem'd By Noble Calaſiris, and brought here To Memphis ſtately City. Is this Lady Your ſiſter, or your wife? My ſiſter Madame, Toſt equally with me by fortunes blaſts. but now thoſe ſtormes are paſt, and you are in A quiet harbour: pleaſant calmes appeare. Sir, I muſt rob you of your gheſts. I durſt not Deny you Madame, though I muſt confeſſe I ſhould to any other. Cibile, Prepare their lodging neere our owne, and let No coſtly furniture be wanting there, It ſhall be done with ſpeed. My noble gheſts, I know not if you would retire alone Into your private chambers, travell doth Require repoſe, pleaſe you to follow me, Ile be your glad conductor. O I feare This kindneſſe is ſome love plot on my deare. What ſly evaſion to put off thy guilt Is left thee now poore Thisbe? what device To ſhun the ſevere juſtice of the Law? All will be now diſcover'd, and my plots Returne upon my ſelfe, the heavens are juſt In ſending Cnemon home from baniſhment To puniſh me in cheering of himſelfe, Canſt thou behold his face, or ſpeake one word In thy defence, when he ſtands forth t'accuſe thee Before the people? O what ſhame, what curſes Breath'd from a generall mouth will weigh thee downe Even to Avernus gulph; I feele the weight Of my offences poiſed in the ſcale Of ſad deſpaire; O thou incendiary Of all this miſchiefe, ſaith my guilty thoughts, Thou murthereſſe of thy miſtris, hie thee hence To the infernall ſhades, where never light Appeares, but gloomy darkneſſe covers all Under her ſable mantle, there finde out Medea, Clitemneſtra, Paſiphe, Long ſince condemn'd for murther to this place, Companions of thy ſhame; why lingreſt thou Upon the earth? is not thy ſinne compleat. And ripe for hell? yes, yes, I know it is, I know it is, my ſad deſpairing thoughts, Ile follow your ſuggeſtions, gentle violl Reſerv'd for ſuch a uſe, this kiſſe from thee Shall croſſe the ſentence of the Lawes decree.